Shayari Bazar

Santa went to a psychiatrist Doc he said I`ve got trouble Every time I get into bed I get this weird feeling that there`s somebody under it I get under the bed to check it out but then I think there`s somebody on top of it I go back and forth all night long on top under on top under You gotta help me Doc I`m going crazy Just put yourself in my hands for two years said the shrink Come to me three times a week and I`ll cure your fears How much do you charge? A hundred dollars per visit I`ll sleep on it said Santa Six months later the doctor met Santa on the street Why didn`t you ever come to see me again? asked the psychiatrist For a hundred bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars Is that so How did he do that? He told me to cut the legs off the bed